July 1, 2016

 I got about six hours of sleep last night, which wasn't enough. And then I went to work. The business manager was at the reference desk when I arrived so I was able to apologize for all the trouble I caused. She said it was alright but that I had been her PITA of the week. I correctly guessed that meant “pain in the ass.” It required a lot of work on her end to get things sorted out by noon on whatever day it was because that is when she was going on vacation. It didn't all get sorted until after eleven o'clock but in the end everything got cleared up and everyone at the library was able to get paid.

I spent the first part of work creating a table to track all the time I spent in sessions and travel for the conference. I was able to give them a rough estimate before I left but wanted to give them an accurate total of my time after everything was final. I still appreciate the fact that the library is paying me for my time but it seems so much easier the way the libraries of my classmates were doing it, just paying them for eight hours every day. Especially considering I was at the convention center for more than eight hours every day. But whatever.

I think because putting me on the schedule was a last minute thing, I was accidentally not given a lunch, so I took it at noon because the other two librarians were going at one o'clock. In the afternoon I made my first full display. The DVD cart. I went with a Classics theme and we'll see how it goes. I have a really long list of movies and hopefully I will get to utilize that and not just have the same however few sitting there the entire month.

I think it was in the afternoon that I had a really long conversation with the librarian I was hired with the older librarian about a little bit of everything. I learned a lot about both of them and it was really interesting.

After dinner I did laundry and then went over to my dad's house to get air in my tires. I never got air in my tires. I led with showing the stuff I got in Orlando and talking about my trip and that led to a lot more talking. There was a long conversation about moving my step-cousin out of her abusive boyfriend's place and an even longer conversation about PTSD and working as a firefighter and first-responder. And then it was almost three o'clock in the morning. And it was three o'clock by the time I made it home. Good grief. I think I might go get air in my tires on Monday. Maybe.